Page 140 of Chaos has a Name
“Chief, while the FBI doesn’t have complete jurisdiction here, they do when remains are found or there’s a homicide. We don’t need one or ten bodies. One death, and it immediately reverts to our responsibility.”
The man looked annoyed.
Not surprisingly though.
“Rayna Running Wolf loses jurisdiction as soon as a possible murder has happened. That’s the rules. Us coming here is a formality of respect that we have for you and council,” Callen said, being respectful, but standing his ground.
For.
A.
Reason.
Elizabeth was going to bust balls over this if she was stonewalled.
Bet.
On.
It.
There is no way she was going to want to hear that once a year, on the Summer Solstice, someone took a human being, randomly, and executed them to a mythical creature to protect all the other humans—and the reservation leadership was good with it.
She’d start to question sanity like they were.
Tom Redbear put his soup down and stared into their eyes.
“I understand that, but you’re going to cause so many issues. To mess withThe Hollowis dangerous. This has been someone who has done this for so many decades.”
Ethan needed to make sure.
“By someone, do you mean one person or a family of persons, or is this a legacy thing?” he asked, curiously. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’d already begun profiling it in his head for his wife.
“I wish I could answer that. Unfortunately, I can’t. No one knows who does it. From what I was told as a child by my father, there is a family here that has been tasked with this duty. It passes on whenThe Hollowgoes to the Happy Hunting Grounds. The next generation picks up where the last left off.”
Callen went there.
“And you haven’t heard anything about someone being that role? Ever?”
The man shook his head.
“No. I don’t dwell on it because it’s happened before I was born, and it will continue with my passing. Like I said, it’s just always been. My father would tell me to stay in and behave, orThe Hollowwould take me. He was always adamant about it too.”
This was insanity, but they believed him since Timothy had done the same.
Since they believed the man didn’t know more, it was time to start doing their job as agents.
Callen was curious.
“Where can we learn more? You know, do some research to see what we’re up against?”
Tom Redbear shrugged.
“As the council, we have an old book mentioning it in the archives here in the office. Someone long ago wrote a journal entry about it. Other than that, I don’t recommend digging into it. It’s dangerous, boys. I’m sure Timothy warned you.”
Oh, he did.
In fact, he made them stay in, and he walked around the whole night as if he was waiting for the angel of death to come for one of his boys.
